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Through the frost-laced night, a guest drops by. We steep warmth in tea, as wine for the soul. By the bamboo h…

Through the frost-laced night, a guest drops by. We steep warmth in tea, as wine for the soul. By the bamboo hearth, flames blush to life, while waters hum and dance, kindling the whole.

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Through the frost-laced night, a guest drops by. We steep warmth in tea, as wine for the s… | Where Winds Meet Database